Adopted By Markiplier

Gaming attack.

"Hey guys! It's me HawaiianFlyIn- and I'm here with my favorite nerd! Say hello to MarkiplierGame!~"

The female paused, looking to the red headed male beside her, who was crossing his arms in a pout. The gamer had found himself in an odd position, a life changing decision if you will. Wearing Hawaiian or skipping out, and not getting to have fun with Ladia... It was a life altering choice to say the least. But in all seriousness, it really wasn't too bad. He preferred it too many things.

The male waved meekly, still not fully used to the clothes he wore, or the fact that he had to sit at a separate computer to play said game. Because of this he would be looking over away from the camera whilst taking his turns. The male fidgeted with the brightly printed button up shirt, the cackies he wore riding up slightly with every movement. The female seemed highly amused whenever he went to tug his short's legs back down, a look of pure amusement crossing her face.

"Anyway- today we're going to play some golf with friends! I'd invite Sean and Paige but, they're currently out getting ice cream. It's good for her to have a break."

She shrugged as she started the game, Mark coloring his ball pink as she turned hers a mint green. The commentary was silent momentarily but she couldn't help striking up a conversation.

"Alright so... We need to have a competition of sorts- because honestly, that's the only way to play. So how about this!~ We play, whoever loses has to pay for a trip to King's Island!"

The female shrugged as she put her hair into a high ponytail, a green lei around her neck that she twirled around her finger. It was a simple gamble, one that she didn't intend on losing, especially with so many people to take. Though she hated making him pay for anything, it seemed like a somewhat fair trade. The girl looked over for conformation, Mark pausing before nodding his head once boldly. The bets were set, now they just needed to play it out.

-Back with Sean and Paige because wow my smol babies-

Green hair bounced slightly, the hot summer breeze blowing it into the Irish man's face. Forcing him to move the somewhat longer strands away from his face, so that he could see properly.

"Damn hair getting in me way all the time."

"Why don't you cut it? I'm sure it would look nice shorter as well."

The male glanced to Paige, his baby blue eyed shimmering under the sunlight. They each had milkshakes in hand, Sean's being vanilla and Paige's being sherbet. He pondered her words momentarily, shrugging his shoulders listlessly. He just never deemed it necessary he supposed.

"I guess I jus-" He was cut off by a booming female voice, "Stop right there thief!"

Without any chance to look around or even question the sound, he was shoved up against the empty kid's playhouse in the park, his hand releasing the plastic cup formerly in his hand. Sean froze, watching as Paige ran off, the woman screaming after her briefly before snapping around.

"You!" She shrieked as her face turned red, "Why do you have my daughter?!"

Her daughter? What did she- oh... The male clenched his teeth, struggling to escape the man's grasp. Though the taller male simply placed his forearm to the green haired male's neck, effectively causing him to choke on his words. The female stomped a heel into the mulch beneath her, the scarf around her neck blowing in the wind slightly.

"Parents? Ye bastards abused the poor thing!" He growled best he could, saliva dribbling from the corner of his mouth due to the lack of proper air flow. A fist met his cheek, and the male yelped, hissing in pain. The supposed husband hadn't punched him, since his other hand was occupied by holding Sean's pale wrists together. No. The wife was to blame, that whore who had a child simply for the sake of making it a slave.

At this point the arm pressed against his throat harder, the male's body spasming slightly as his face flushed red. He couldn't breathe at all. He desperately attempted to kick the larger figure away, his eyes welling with tears involuntarily, his face going purple.

"Don't act like you know us." She hissed between clenched teeth, "If you did- then you wouldn't touch our daughter! Now, I will ask you only once. Where is our daughter?!"

With a hoarse and raspy voice, filled with unbridled confidence, the male spoke.

"E-Eat a cock."

The man holding him seemed less than amused, removing the arm by his throat, to grab his neon green hair. Slamming his head into the hard metal play base, the Irish male's eyes rolling back as he collapsed.

"Would've been easier to just tell us where the brat was going."

-Back with Ladia and Mark I'm dying help me-

"I win!"

The ecstatic cry of Mark filled the room, Ladia whining before shaking her head and crossing her arms. True to her word, she had to follow through. The girl looked to the camera with a small shake of her head, an empty chuckle following shortly after.

"Too late to go back now. Guess we'll be going to the amusement park soon to have some fun, on me." The male glanced at her in shock, "Shit, no! I meant I'd pay, not that we'd have fun actually on me- oh I'm making it way worse. EITHER WAY! Thank you all for watching and fly in, while I fly out! Bye-Bye!"

The female buried her red face in her hands after cutting the recording, Mark practically wheezing at her slip up, his eyes watering. How could this day get any better?

A weak knock echoed at the door, and the male calmed himself, quickly standing and making his way over to open it. He froze.

Eyes locking onto a teary eyed Paige, and a bloody Sean, whose eyes were unfocused and half lidded. Signs of a possible concussion.

It didn't need to happen.
Was she the issue that caused this?
Would his world have been fine if she just, stayed away?